I think everyone should read this article in the ‘Scotsman’ newspaper.
[url=http://news.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=34682006:466d8]http://news.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=34682006[/url:466d8]
I do hope you note the quoted phrase below:-
“I can assure them that there is ample accommodation in the Highlands and plentiful supplies of the national beverage which will help them to see her in the dark.”
Donald/Scotland
[This message has been edited by Donald Nicolson (edited 09 January 2006).]
Single malt I hope .
Ahh, there’s something to be said of a tall Gleddinfich on the rocks. You might see Nessie, but the really neat thing is…you won’t care…
That’s always been one of my want-tos. To sit on the shore of the Loch, at the foot of Urquart Castle and try to catch a glimpse of Nessie, while nursing a tall McEwan’s Ale…oh, never mind. I already did that. Well, I’d like to do it again! Maybe this next time, I’ll go to N. Ca. and sit under a tree and wait for Bigfoot, with a sixpack of Anchor Steam…rats, already done that, too. I guess all that’s left is the Himalayan Yeti…nah! Weathers too cold and I think all those Sherpas just drink curdled, ferminted yak milk, or something…Maybe I’ll just go outside tonight and look at the stars (I live in the Wilderness) with a pint of Evan Williams best and invent a monster for the Ga. mountains. We could call him Big Bubba, or something. Sort of a cross between a Gorilla, Hulk Hogan, and Larry, the Cable Guy. On a clear night, you can hear thier soft mating call echoing through the mountains…GETTTHERRRDONNNE!!!
Semper Fi!